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If home is where the heart is, my heart is forever moving, a gypsy
If a piece of cloth and a stadium slogan is the basis of nationalism, I have no nation
If piety is measured in prayers, in a ledger in a language I don’t understand, I am a heathen
If speech is an adequate expression of sentiment, I have no words
If living by somebody else’s rules is sociability, I am a misanthrope
If white is black and black is white, then I don’t exist.
This entry was posted in Expatriate, Identity, Immigration, Life, Pakistan, Poetry and tagged flag, gypsy, home, nation, nationalism, Pakistan, poem, Poetry, prayers, speech.
5 thoughts on “Not Being”
February 2, 2014 at 8:59 pm
Hi Manal I am new to your site, I just happen to be here by accident lolz. Now a serious comment and question IS THIS YOUR OWN POETRY, written by you?
February 3, 2014 at 4:19 pm
hi maryam, thanks for stopping by. yes, everything on this blog is my own work (unless it says otherwise!). glad you enjoyed it :)
February 20, 2012 at 10:12 pm
I dont have words to express my feelings that i use to enjoy after ur writings Manal , Stay blessed
May 5, 2011 at 2:21 pm
OMG! Back with a bang……Manaaaaaaaaal where were u? Its been days u havent shared any of ur write ups……I missed ur words like anything…..Ur poem truly depicts da era we r in………rebellious n simply beautiful…..Keep writing n plzzzzz plzzzzz dont get disappear for soooooo many days
May 5, 2011 at 10:00 am
I’ve been reading your blog for a while now…just writing to say your poem is so apt for our times.
Your blog is great to chew on. For want of better words to describe it.. :)